I'm Here For Your Entertainment
12-28-2013, 07:10 PM
Boredom with the outside world kept her cooped up in her den, which she shared with her beloved eternal grinner. Speaking of which, where was her lovely dark one? Getting off of her large bed, she wandered about the cave. She definitely wasn't here, so where was she? An incessant buzzing attracted her attention, annoying the ebony bitch with it's constant drone. Exotic eyes flicked across the wide expanse of the cave, until movement drew her to a hummingbird. What was it doing up north, in the winter? Those little pests usually stuck to the east, far from here where wolves like her could kill them for their annoyance. It struggled to avoid her as she chased it into a small lead off cavern, where she cornered it and smacked at it with a paw when it tried to shoot past. It smashed into the wall with a quiet thud and buzzed with one wing, like an injured fly. Sharp beak whizzed back and forth like a foil, fending off her paw as she tried to crush it. So annoying, for something so small. Growling, the sultry shadow distracted it by flicking her tail and making it look up, while she lifted the opposite paw and brought it crashing down on the tiny iridescent body. Blood spattered on the walls, the crunch of tiny bones sending shivers of pleasure down the twisted demoness' spine. With that, the insipid monstrosity was silent, and the petite obsidian she wolf was content. Almost. Delicately, razor sharp talons would slice away at the neck of the beast, until the cranium was dislodged from the mangled body.
Picking it up carefully in dainty jaws, the femme padded into the main cavern and set about shearing the shining feathers and thin flesh from the cranium with her dark claws, until it came down to digging out the tiny black eyeballs from their sockets. Such delicate work, all for a single goal. Finally bloodstained bone was all that remained, and the petite wraith busied herself with licking the sanguine wine from her tea cupped paws.
"Speech"
Picking it up carefully in dainty jaws, the femme padded into the main cavern and set about shearing the shining feathers and thin flesh from the cranium with her dark claws, until it came down to digging out the tiny black eyeballs from their sockets. Such delicate work, all for a single goal. Finally bloodstained bone was all that remained, and the petite wraith busied herself with licking the sanguine wine from her tea cupped paws.
"Speech"